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Chapter 7 Revisiting the Headquarters

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    Although Paris knew that dawn would come sooner or later, when it did come, Paris still felt a little unprepared.  ¡ª¡ªType -WwW.69¦¦W.CoM on your browser to see the latest updates. She likes to have her naked skin covered directly under the quilt. She rolled around comfortably, ready to snuggle up and give him a night of joy.  She was in the arms of a man, but only then did she realize that half of the bed where he was sleeping was already empty.  Suddenly, Paris remembered the scene when he last met Bond.  That was still in Paris, a full seven years ago.  At that time she was still Miss Paris McKenna, a very dazzling star in the modeling world.  Paris's father was a relatively wealthy New England stockbroker, so it was easy for her to travel to France shortly after she graduated from college.  Paris had absolutely no interest in the "education" he studied in college.  For her, going to college is just to make her parents happy. She has only one wish - to be a model.  Paris met Bond at a cocktail party. At that time, Bond went to the cocktail party with a female companion. Despite this, they walked together quickly. They talked to each other affectionately and seemed to know each other.  for a long time.  Paris was completely smitten with Bond, and it was obvious that she was also attracted to Bond, because the very next night after the reception, Bond called Paris.  Over the next two months, Paris and Bond were completely immersed in a passionate love.  When they were at their best, Paris even thought they would get married in the future. She was so madly in love with Bond.  However, one morning the stick left suddenly without any explanation to Paris.  Paris felt that Bond might be unwilling to be photographed together by photographers at fashion shows. He seemed particularly reluctant to have his face printed in newspapers.  Paris told himself never to forgive this liar.  But now, after yesterday's unforgettable night, Paris had apparently forgiven him.  Four years later, Paris met Airot Kraft at a cocktail party.  That meeting changed her fate.  Kraft was already one of the richest men on the planet, obviously a socialite, and he also had a handsome face.  Kraft wooed her that night, and Paris was struck by Kraft's charm.  Just three months later, they held a grand wedding.  After her marriage, Paris never set foot in the fashion show industry again.  Bond was standing at the other end of the room getting dressed. Paris slid off the bed, walked gently behind him, opened his arms and hugged Bond from behind.  "I thought you would be unable to bear the pain." "After last night? Of course, I am indeed a little tired now." "No, I mean here, where you were injured by them." "Oh.  "It's okay, I feel better now." He turned around, looked at Paris with a smile, and kissed her cheek gently.  Afterwards, Bond hung the holster of the pistol on his shoulder, checked the magazines in the pistol, then took out two extra magazines and put them in his jacket pocket.  ¡°This is the first time I¡¯ve seen a ¡®banker¡¯ with a gun,¡± she said.  "This recent deal seems to be more dangerous. No matter how cautious I am now, I can't be too cautious." "Oh, James, I really don't understand, how could I fall in love with a man like you? In fact, to be honest, you and my husband  There are many places that are very similar - the same indifference, the same cryptic attitude Moreover, there is always a mysterious atmosphere around you" "You mean the atmosphere around me is very mysterious,  It¡¯s not that I¡¯m very mysterious, right?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be too serious, I know you understand what I mean.¡± Paris sighed, ¡°But at least you will show kindness when you are with me.  On the gentle side, I'm quite content. Where are you going now?" "You know, the newspaper office is always very busy at dawn - this is my best chance.  "Don't take the chance. You must not go. There are security guards patrolling there." Bond pretended to consider Paris's words, then shook his head firmly and said, "No, that's impossible."  , I have to go there." "Are you going to make me feel guilty? Just because of what I just said, you are going to die there." "No matter what, it's not what you think.  "I have to go." "If you must go, do you remember the big hall outside the news room?" "Of course it was behind the big hall.  There is an officeYes, but my husband had someone put up a wall to block it off.  So I guessed that it was probably a laboratory, and it might have some other uses, but unfortunately, I don't know how they got in.  All I remember is that the office was directly below the maintenance floor installation in the lobby, with a structural staircase between them.  "Bond hugged Paris and kissed her deeply. Paris immediately threw off the sheets on his body, exposing his smooth body, and then wrapped his arms tightly around Bond. "Are you sure I can't stay?  You?  Paris whispered in Bond's ear. Bond reached out and rubbed Paris's shoulders and back, then kissed her neck slowly and carefully until the kiss covered every inch of her skin. Paris  Si closed his eyes in enjoyment and moaned softly. They stayed close to each other for a full minute. Finally, Bond was the first to regain his senses. He pushed Paris away gently and said, "I'll do it right away."  return.  "After that, he turned around and walked out of the room quickly. After he left, Paris stared at his retreating back and said softly: "You said the same thing last time.  " Paris is right. There are indeed security guards patrolling around the news building. The CMGN staff have reported to the new headquarters, and they are preparing to start a new round of regular news reports here. The printing workshop is also  It continues to operate, every display screen in the building is working nervously and orderly, and the satellite is constantly transmitting various information to the reporting center. But what is different from ordinary working days is that the building is now full of bodyguards and police officers.  Thugs. Friends among the staff speculated that the false fire alarm the night before might have been an act of hostility against Airot Kraft. Now, there are security guards patrolling every floor of the complex and every 10 minutes.  , they will conduct a thorough inspection of the areas they are responsible for. Although the security work is so rigorous, they still ignore one place - the top floor of the building - the passage that is impossible to enter without permission.  When they walked through the hall and walked towards the central overpass for patrolling, they didn't notice at all that a figure came in through the skylight. A security guard stopped here and lit a cigarette right above his head.  There, Bond was carefully sliding down the side of the huge glass vault upstairs. Of course, the security guard didn't notice him. Climbing to the top of the complex was much easier than Bond had imagined.  Most of the building is still unfinished, so there is a workman's lift parked on the side of the complex. At this time, while it is still not quite light, Bond can put on his hard hat.  Transformed into a construction foreman inspecting the progress of the project, he easily climbed onto the lift and drove it to its highest point. Now all he had to do was climb over a balcony and then up the ladder.  Climbing to the top of the building, a ladder stretched out from the skylight and reached the maintenance equipment area under the roof of the building. As soon as Bond climbed here, he saw a covered gate.  Its control panel was concealed under a separate, locked cover. Bond pulled a battery-operated telephone from his coat pocket and unplugged the antenna, which had a lockpick at the end.  With the help of this device, Bond only took 7 seconds to open the lid, revealing the gate control panel. He pressed a green button inside, and the gate opened, and a staircase appeared in front of him.  In front of him, it stretched from here to the inside of the building. Bond had to sigh in his heart: It seems that Paris has a really good memory. Bond walked down the stairs and saw the one Paris mentioned to him.  Mysterious laboratory. There are drawing tables and computer tables in the room at this time. Perhaps it is still early and no one has come here to work yet. There is a replica in the center of the laboratory.  There is a door inside the Kraft satellite, which should lead to another secret office. Bond took a quick look at the laboratory, and then he walked to the center of the laboratory and began to study the satellite. He felt this.  The imitation satellite must be a test model, specially made for some kind of experiment.  Bond wanted to study the circuit board of this imitation satellite carefully. When he squatted down to check, he suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door.  He quickly bent down and hid behind the satellite. Almost at the same time, the door of the secret laboratory was opened.  Henry Kabuta walked in, followed by the same three bodyguards who had been with him in Afghanistan.  Bond carefully peered out through a slit in the satellite's solar panel, carefully observing Kabuta who was only a few steps away from him.  "Now that our mission is almost completed, all we need to do is transport it to the launch point by boat." The three people around Kabuta ordered."What's going on? There's nothing to eat here. No, I have to prepare some breakfast." He muttered quietly and walked out of the huge iron door behind the laboratory. The three bodyguards were still there.  Follow him closely.  Bond stepped out from behind the satellite and walked gently to the door of the secret laboratory.  This door is completely operated by an electronic disk lock.  Bond again took the battery-powered phone from his pocket and let go of the base, revealing the port for the stun gun mounted above.  He lightly triggered the stun gun, and the electric arc from the stun gun hit the lock on the door directly.  At this time, a high-pitched voice appeared: "Catch him quickly!" Immediately, the monitor on the electronic lock flashed desperately, emitting a stream of green light, but it went out again after a while.  Bond pushed the door hard and found that it still wouldn't open.  He turned sideways, aimed at the door and slammed it, only to see the door being knocked open with a "click".  Kabuta¡¯s secret office was also empty at this time, and there was nothing suspicious. Bond only found a bunch of drunk soft drink cans and potato chip bags in the trash can.  There is also a computer on the table, and several file cabinets filled with documents stand in the corner of the room.  Years of professional training have given Bond the ability to scan a room very quickly.  He opened the drawer and found many floppy disk boxes and program boxes inside. In another drawer, he found a large amount of satellite-related materials.  Most of the materials are thick technical books, basically related to global positioning, radar and synthetic resin technology.  Bond flipped through the book quickly, but did not find any meaningful information.  He closed the drawer in disappointment, but his eyes stayed on a huge photo of a Kraft satellite in the sky hanging on the wall.  The photo is mounted in a metal frame.  Bond's keen eyes noticed that one side of the frame seemed slightly thicker than the other.  He gently slid his fingers along the edge of the frame and found a hidden door hook on the edge.  He opened the hidden hook, and the frame rotated and opened.  The massive wall safe behind the frame is locked with a fingerprint scanner.  Bond guesses that only Kabuta can open the safe, so if he wants to open the safe, he must find Kabuta's fingerprints and copy them.  Bond turned on the laser on the front of the battery phone and used this device to scan the window of the safe thoroughly. At this time, Kabuta's fingerprints must be in the places where his fingers often touched.  At this time, a fingerprint pattern of Kabuta appeared on the data display screen of the battery phone.  Q had predicted that this high-tech device would use all the stored materials in the M16 archive to match any fingerprint images the device itself scanned on the surface of the object.  He turned the phone in his hand and adjusted it to the most appropriate position, trying to keep the display screen as close to the window with the fingerprint as possible.  Bond pressed the button marked "Safe Scan" on the phone, and the electronic eye in the window scanned the fingerprint. With a "click", the door of the safe opened automatically.  Bond immediately put down the phone and leaned forward to look inside.  The little red box that Kabuta bought at the Afghan arms market is currently lying quietly in the safe.  Bond carefully took it out and opened the lid.  He found that it was the lost ACSES device inside.  He quickly closed the lid, put it into a deep pocket of his coat, and closed the safe door.  Bond left the secret office and returned to the adjacent laboratory.  So far, things are going pretty well with him, so good.  He moved again to the huge iron door that could lead to all parts of the building, pressed his ear tightly against the door, and listened carefully.  Everything still seemed calm, so Bond cautiously opened the door.  At this time, Lin Wan was bending over and standing outside the big iron gate. She was dressed in black from head to toe.  She was currently trying to figure out how to open this heavy door.  Suddenly, the alarm on the door made a shrill sound.  "Look at the good things you have done!" Lin Wan shouted angrily at Bond.  "What have I done?" Bond said, seemingly aggrieved.  At this time, the bodyguards, security guards, and thugs in the entire building had begun to move towards Bond and the others like a tide.  In order to avoid them, Lin Wan took the lead and ran behind the stairs and patio, and then disappeared there.  Bond was not as lucky as Lin Wan. He only had time to close the iron door, and then heard the deafening sound of bullets hitting the iron door.  After Paris took a shower, she put her hair into a high bun, and then she hurriedly put on a knitted robe provided by the hotel.  She had been regretting the slap she gave Bond at the party since the morning, especially in front of her husband. This action, which usually seemed innocent enough, might now arouse his suspicion and prompt him to  begins to use his long-planned violence against Bond.  She decided??When James comes back, she must make up for her mistakes to him.  Thinking of this, Paris stood up and walked into the living room. She was going to calm down and read the newspaper before Bond came back.  Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door. Paris thought that Bond must be back, so he couldn't help but smile.  She walked quickly to the door, opened the door, and said, "Great, so fast" Before Paris could finish speaking, she felt that her heart had jumped into her throat, and there was someone standing outside the door.  Not Bond, but her husband, Airot Kraft, who was accompanied by Staff.  Paris reacted immediately, and she tried to slam the door into their faces, but Staff was still one step ahead of her and blocked Paris' way with his finger.  Paris slammed the door against Staff with all his strength, but Staff didn't seem to feel any pain.  With his immense strength, he pushed open the door and knocked Paris to the ground with one punch.  Paris ignored the pain in his body and immediately jumped up and rushed to the phone, but Staff grabbed her before she touched the phone. At this time, Kraft also walked in, looking at them calmly and  Closed the door.  Staff held Paris easily with one hand while curiously examining the wound on the other hand.  He greedily licked the blood drops from his knuckles, and his appearance was no different from a child sucking chocolate sauce that accidentally spilled out.  Kraft slowly walked up to Paris, stretched out his hand, and held her chin.  "Eruote, please, please don't," Paris said in great horror, "I think you must have misunderstoodit's not what you think" "Really? Well, now you say  What's going on, okay?" "You really scared me last night. I just wanted to hide here." "Don't you remember what I told you last night?  I see it more than anything." Paris looked at him in disbelief.  "It's loyalty, dear," he said, "What I need is loyalty." Bond ran towards the stairs with all his strength. Behind him, the big iron door was knocked open with a crash.  The bodyguards all swarm in and shoot at Bond.  Bond stopped and kicked the satellite hard, blocking the way of the bodyguards.  Taking this opportunity, he rushed up the stairs and climbed to the roof of the laboratory. Then he turned around and pressed on the gate cover that was blocking Bao's head.  Then he ran to the ladder on the roof, but found that a strong bodyguard was already standing on the top of the ladder waiting for him.  The bullet grazed Bond's body. He now had to turn around and run to an emergency fire exit leading to the press building. Because he had no other choice, he kicked open the door decisively and ran along the exit.  .  At this moment, he realized that he was running in the corridor leading to the hall.  He ran across the top catwalk and quickly ran into the hall.  At this time, Lin Wan was standing at the other end of the hall, her back pressed tightly against the wall. It was obvious that she was also avoiding the pursuit of the bodyguards.  She looked up and saw Bond, who was also avoiding tracking, and found that his current situation seemed to be much more dangerous than hers.  Because all the bodyguards on the floor of the hall were raising their guns to shoot at him, and faced with such intensive shooting, he could only use the short time when the bullets hit the metal support on which he was standing to avoid the enemy.  Now everyone¡¯s attention was focused on Bond alone. Lin Wan took advantage of this opportunity to quietly pull out a long metal cable from the strap on his wrist and hang it to the railing of the overpass.  She calmly grabbed the rope, jumped over the railing.  But when she was about to leave, she didn't put away the leash.  Bond was surprised to see her smiling and waving to him.  She landed slowly on the floor behind the bodyguards who were still shooting at Bond, and then left quietly.  Bond suddenly remembered that Q also had such a set of tools.  With no time to think, Bond rolled over and sprinted across the overpass with all his strength.  Bullets followed him closely until he broke into the huge printing shop on the first floor of the complex.  The printing workshop was running at this time, making huge noises from inside, which also provided Bond with convenient conditions to avoid being tracked by the bodyguards.  After Bond entered the printing workshop, he quickly ran across the balcony of the printing workshop, with several bodyguards still chasing him desperately.  When Bond just rounded a corner, he ran into a "wall" built by a bunch of bodyguards. Bond was not frightened. He didn't waste a second, jumped over the balcony railing, and boarded the  The top of a giant crane suspended overhead.  This giant crane is installed in the aerial track on the ceiling, and it also has two parallel giant arms.  Bond jumped from one cantilever to another, and at this time, the bodyguard following him had jumped from the balcony.??A cantilever.  The noise in the printing workshop was so deafening that the workers working in the workshop below did not even notice the bodyguards shooting from above.  Under the crane is a huge set of printing equipment, and neat and flat sheets of white paper are moving past it.  The bodyguards also followed Bond and jumped from one cantilever to the other two cantilevers. They were preparing to attack Bond from the front.  Facing the enemy's attack, Bond could only fight with his right fist. This punch really hit the opponent's chin.  But what Bond didn't expect was that the guy was very strong. This powerful punch only made him spin in the air, and then he raised his leg and kicked towards Bond.  This move surprised Bond. Apparently, this bodyguard knew a little bit of karate.  Bond almost lost his balance under his attack, and finally managed to place his feet on the narrow edge of the metal cantilever. However, this situation was still quite dangerous. The bodyguard saw that Bond seemed to be a little weak, and he panicked.  Having the courage to move forward, Bond seized the opportunity, jumped up suddenly, and crashed into his abdomen.  While performing this action, Bond suddenly pulled the area behind the opponent's knees forward, and the bodyguard immediately fell on his back on the iron arm.  However, he doesn't fall off the crane as Bond would have liked.  On the contrary, after being hit, the guy was able to lift his foot from under Bond and kick him in the left leg. In this way, Bond also fell on the bodyguard.  Immediately, the bodyguard stretched out his hands and grabbed Bond's throat.  Bond folded his hands into a spear-like position and thrust into the goon's forearm, trying with all his strength to free himself from his grasp.  The bodyguard showed no sign of weakness at this time. He was trying his best to lift Bond off the crane, but Bond held tightly to one side of the iron arm.  Then, Bond slammed his left elbow fiercely into the guy's throat. He immediately let go of Bond, covered his neck, and breathed heavily.  Bond used a set of very smooth movements to easily pull out the pistol from the bodyguard's holster, and then, while he was not paying attention, he pushed him off the crane. Suddenly, the thug's screams covered the printing workshop.  With a loud noise, he landed on a pile of white paper that was about to be fed into the printing press, and then entered the printing press together with the paper. A second later, the cloud-like paper was mixed with the red mist of blood spurting out.  , filled the entire printing workshop.  "Now, they can print anything." Bond muttered, looking at the printing press below.  Then, Bond didn¡¯t waste any time. He quickly jumped off the crane and landed on a platform one level lower than the bodyguards.  Then he jumped to the second floor with a graceful movement comparable to that of an Olympic athlete. Then he used his hands to support himself and jumped to the third floor.  Now, he is standing on the ground floor of the printing workshop where many giant machines are placed.  Each machine here carries three large one-ton paper rolls in order to meet the continuous supply of paper required by the printing equipment above. As soon as the bodyguards entered this level, they immediately fanned out and continued searching.  Bond, so Bond had to lower his head and hide between the two printing equipment.  A recessed metal guide rail quickly passes through the floor, sliding continuously.  This is the kind of conveyor belt that is not fast but very efficient. It is most suitable for transporting large paper rolls piled everywhere in the workshop.  Bond seizes the opportunity, takes one big step onto the conveyor belt, and hides behind a huge paper roll.  He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this big paper roll would take him to a place far away from the bodyguards inside. Before that, he must not be discovered by them.  "The ink room has been cleared." A voice came from a walkie-talkie behind Bond. "Now we have to search the plate room." Just a few static crackling sounds before the beginning of this paragraph are enough to call Bond.  Shocked.  Just before the first word came out on the radio, he had turned and fired at the location of the walkie-talkie.  Because there was a bodyguard standing there, holding a short gun in his hand. Bond's bullet just hit him in the chest, but at the moment he fell, he was still struggling to death, and the bullet he shot was just right.  It hit the guardrail behind Bond.  Bond was secretly glad that it was a good thing that the idiot didn't use the headphone jack to listen to the conversation.  However, his shooting just now attracted some other bodyguards, who came running following the sound of gunfire. When Bond saw that the situation was not good, he immediately jumped off the conveyor belt and flew towards the two double doors at the door.  He rushed through the door with all his strength, bullets whizzing past him.  As a last resort, Bond could only use the crawling tactic. He climbed into a warehouse that was about the same size as an airplane hangar.  Large bundles of newsprint were stacked vertically into five similar giant piles, and the outside was wrapped into packages with toilet paper.  Bond felt that in such an environment, he seemed to have become insignificant.  At this time, the bodyguards had rushed in after him, and he quickly bent over and rolled to avoid the bullets that were about to hit him.  Several workers were quickly operating the Hyster 350 model in the warehouse at this time.Able to lift the truck, suddenly they heard gunshots, or maybe it was time for a cup of coffee, and they hurriedly jumped off the forklift and raced toward the exit.  Bond took this opportunity to jump on one of the forklifts. The drivers of the two forklifts had just shoveled a huge paper bundle from the top of the paper rack.  Bond desperately started the forklift and drove forward as fast as possible. The bodyguards seemed to be inspired by him, and they all rushed towards the other two abandoned forklifts, but at this moment, great  The forklift had already turned a corner.  Bond drove the forklift frantically around a giant paper bundle when, suddenly, he had an idea.  He first rotated the forklift 180 degrees, then started to reverse, so that he could get a certain sprint space. Finally, he drove the forklift at full speed, and the paper bundle on the forklift slammed into a tall tower.  On the pile of paper, suddenly, the paper bundles collapsed like dominoes.  On the other side of the pile of paper, bodyguards on foot were running desperately, and the guys on the forklift were driving like Bond, crazy. They were all trying to avoid the huge rolls of paper that were roaring towards them.  One by one, these large paper rolls, weighing a ton, fell to the ground, shaking the entire warehouse.  They fell to the floor and jumped for a moment, then began to roll crazily and aimlessly towards every corner of the warehouse.  A paper roll hit a walking bodyguard directly, and immediately ran over the bodyguard like a steam roller flattening cement.  Another forklift was completely knocked over by the paper roll. The thug in the other forklift lost control while desperately trying to avoid the paper roll. The forklift suddenly crashed into another giant paper stack.  The pile began to stagger in the direction of Bond, and the piles of large rolls hit the ground with a loud, echoing roar.  Bond was congratulating himself on escaping a bullet, but when he looked back, he realized that those giant creatures were jumping towards him.  He quickly increased the accelerator of the forklift, but it was already a step too late. He saw the paper roll getting closer and closer to him. Just when the paper roll was about to catch up with the forklift, Bond suddenly jumped out of the car and jumped out of the car.  He clung tightly to a steel support in the warehouse.  He used all his strength to hug the bracket. Now it was the only life-saving straw that could save him.  By this time the large paper roll had caught up with the forklift and crushed it to pieces.  The last paper roll rolled slowly and leisurely towards Bond. Bond seized the opportunity and jumped on the paper roll. He lay leisurely on the top of the paper roll, hoping that it could carry him out of the door.  As Bond wished, the roll of paper took him out of the gate. Bond quickly jumped off the roll as it rolled across the parking lot. At this time, an idle truck was parked in the parking lot.  The car started moving, and Bond carefully and quietly climbed into the back of the truck. In this way, the big truck took him towards safety and freedom.  Lin Wan stood on the street and observed the complex from all sides.  When she saw that Bond was out of danger, a bright smile appeared on her face.  It can be said that her operation in Hamburg was very successful.  Although she has not discovered the missing radar device so far, at least she has investigated how it is being used.  She must find enough evidence before she can publicly accuse Kraft and CMGN of their ugly crimes.  After Lin Wan returned to his hotel room, he immediately contacted General Ou in Beijing and reported to him everything that happened in Hamburg.  General Ou provided Lin Wan with some top-secret information that only the Chinese military had, and also arranged the next steps for her.  At this time, the British fleet was already heading towards China, and there was very little time left for them.  Lin Wan packed her luggage, walked out of the hotel, hailed a taxi, and drove towards Hamburg Airport.  As she sat on the plane flying to the Far East, she thought of James Bond again.  A Chinese nature made her strongly feel that her personal destiny was arranged in advance by God.  For some reason, Lin Wan couldn't control her feelings: she believed that her fate was tightly intertwined with Bond's.  This book is first published.  Your message, even just one (*^__^*), will become the motivation for the author's creation. 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